Draco's eyes narrowed to silver slits as Ron gripped his newspaper, sloshing what little tea was left in his cup as everything crashed onto the table. He stood up, leaning both hands on the table.
It was a conscious decision, to not draw his wand, oh, but the filth deserved it. It was an active choice, to be the one rational adult in this fiasco. He hated every moment of it, but oh, the perverse pleasure in knowing he was above this slime.
"Mr Weasley, I believe it was you who began this conversation. Pop me in the nose, as you so inelegantly put it, and I'll discuss harassment and assault with Magical Law Enforcement."
He nodded to Weasley-girl and Granger. "Always a pleasure to know what you think of me. Perhaps you could be more precise in the future."
He returned his glare to Ron, refusing the intimidation outright.